Random Ball of WoolBy Veronica Smith – 14 Comments
I have a random ball of wool. Let me tell you about her, I am not sure if it is a girl but let’s go with that.
She is actually not just wool but 50% virgin wool and 50% nylon if you want to get technical. She is soft – so very soft. She is a funny pinkish, beige, mocha color, not sure exactly and I am not sure if I even really like it. She has funny fuzzy nobbly things every couple of inches and she says she wants a 10mm hook (apparently that’s a Susan Bates / Annie’s Attic ‘N’). The dear little thing has a sale sticker on her proclaiming she is $2. She is alone. She is covered in dust bunnies.
Why is my little friend so special? Well she turned up mysteriously. I was performing the long overdue intensive cleaning out of the music room. Well according to the house plans when we built it is suppose to be the “formal dining” room. It has ivory carpet and I have children so we eat in the meals area over tiles – who needs a formal dining room anyhow? Back to the room, it is the re-assigned music room, 3 violins, 1 guitar and an ancient organ. There is also music stands and music books and loose sheets strewn everywhere – seems they are a little tricky to put away. I avoid it, I am tone deaf and it is not my domain.
Down came the curtain, out came the instruments an associated things and the smaller furniture. I washed the walls and then came to the organ. It I decided it needed cleaning behind so with me squished between it and the wall I pushed – it moved remarkably quickly and I was not very graceful when I landed.
The she was – my mysterious ball of wool. Now the organ has been in that room for nearly 11 years but I do think it has been moved in that time. The organ is very close to the wall. I don’t believe I have ever crocheted in there. The room is lovely and warm in winter however other than the organ stool there is no seating – you stand to play the violin.
This brings me to the mystery – where did my precious little odd ball come from? I don’t remember ever purchasing her. How long was she lonely behind the organ waiting for someone to save her? What made her run away from her woolly friends in the first place? Did she run because she was the ‘odd ball’?
I shall probably never know, however as I sit here typing this she is in front of me. She is sitting quietly and has not yet attempted to run away from me. I even find her color pleasing now. She is made up of a glorious 65 meters (71 yards). What do I do with her? Do I celebrate her by making something, do I just leave her how she is given her determination to survive in this natural state for so long, or do I glue googly eyes on her and make her a pet?
I have put her in front of my monitor and I shall let her sit there for a while and see if she speaks to me.